Mantaray Resort on official tourism sheets, the traditional name is Nanuya Balavu and that’s what this Sheep will be going with; more specifically, Nanuya for short. Why, you might ask, because he can so be gone haters! This little gem was included on my Feejee Experience tour back in 2013 and has thus made it onto that list I have of places I want to return to. This Nanuya I speak of is islandic bliss and I’ll tell you why.
The island’s welcoming committee was very warm and some tropical drinks were freely given out; by that point I was just getting used to papaya. Once they’ve given you the rundown of how things work they’ll move you onto your sleeping arrangements. Once that’s done, you can do whatever you like. For the environmental junkies out there, Nanuya is an eco-resort so you will be doing nature a favour… and don’t be put off by cold showers. There is Wi-Fi but I wasn’t interested; the peace was everything.
I was once titled an extreme snorkeler by a Brit I met on the Great Barrier Reef, to which I take no issue with, but the snorkelling around Nanuya is some of the most pleasant and versatile I’ve ever experienced outside of Australia. I’d already done some around Fiji (post to come later) but Nanuya was a hard place to top. The convenience was also a plus.
However, by luck a Northern Irish friend had brought her camera, and by more luck she’d taken it on the manta ray trip a day or so before mine and my Chilean companion’s arrival. Every day a staff member goes out looking for a devil fish to swim with so that others might enjoy its beauty also; once it’s found, the boats are ready to go so be battle ready kiddies.
The island has its share of other activities, like paddle boarding, fishing and diving; they provide you with an excellent feed and at night they, like every other place spent in Fiji, they break out the music. Whilst the dancing wasn’t pronounced, the staff of Nanuya created their own music which gives them their form, and they do include guests in their performances. At one point we were conga lining and I held no objections. My asocialness was vanquished for the night.
So the question is would I make a return trip… I think the answer is more than evident. However I’d make the change and do more island hopping the next time around; one just part of the Yasawas isn’t enough. Nanuya Balavu, I will return and I’ll be bringing my underwater camera.